God bless America on this (and every) day, and may God bring peace to those who lost people on this sorrowful day two years ago.
I'm taping, but was a little late. I should have started it at 5:30; hubby prolly would've wondered why I was taping. To which I would have said, "so that we never forget." Hindsight is 20/20; that phrase is eerily ironic this day. I've been weepy eyed seeing all of it that I've seen thus far. They had Rick on around 6:00 PST and showed some of his footage from that day, and he talked some about it. It's really odd, I *do* remember seeing that day the specific footage of his that they showed today; but when he was in Iraq, I never knew it was the same person. Seeing it now again, I really have a new respect for him, that he risked his life (along with David Lee Miller) to get the first hand accounts. I remember so much about that day, and I still ask, "did this *really* happen?" I think the surrealistic quality of that day forward is probably ingrained in our minds for quite some time. I still cannot hear a plane flying overhead the same as I did pre-9/11, and when I see them flying low over downtown San Francisco, I stop and hold my breath. We rarely cross the Golden Gate Bridge without my thinking, "what if something happened *right now*?" I get agitated when traffic is slow or stopped on the bridge, and want to know why everyone is stopped when before it wouldn't have even crossed my mind- I'd admire the view.
There are songs that when I hear, I never have heard the same since 9/11/01: National Anthem, God Bless America, and Amazing Grace. The last one has always been a tough one for me; it was one of my great-grandma's favorite hymns, and though we weren't close, to hear a cousin sing it at her gravesite 13 years ago was heartwrenching. When I hear the bagpipes play it now, it has a whole new meaning, mixed with some of the old. I can't hear any of these really without crying.
Gals, I don't know about you, but I couldn't get to sleep last night. I couldn't get comfortable and was really antsy all night (long before bed). I rarely get like this so it was disturbing to me why I was like this; it reminded me of animals before major earthquakes. Only it's not an earthquake that I fear, or feel antsy about. I hope we never see again the actions that took place this day two years ago. I lit some canclles this morning that I intend to burn till they go out, at which time I will light some more, in memory of those who died today.
How is this day affecting you? Is there anything you do differently, think differently of, and what are they?
I'm taping, but was a little late. I should have started it at 5:30; hubby prolly would've wondered why I was taping. To which I would have said, "so that we never forget." Hindsight is 20/20; that phrase is eerily ironic this day. I've been weepy eyed seeing all of it that I've seen thus far. They had Rick on around 6:00 PST and showed some of his footage from that day, and he talked some about it. It's really odd, I *do* remember seeing that day the specific footage of his that they showed today; but when he was in Iraq, I never knew it was the same person. Seeing it now again, I really have a new respect for him, that he risked his life (along with David Lee Miller) to get the first hand accounts. I remember so much about that day, and I still ask, "did this *really* happen?" I think the surrealistic quality of that day forward is probably ingrained in our minds for quite some time. I still cannot hear a plane flying overhead the same as I did pre-9/11, and when I see them flying low over downtown San Francisco, I stop and hold my breath. We rarely cross the Golden Gate Bridge without my thinking, "what if something happened *right now*?" I get agitated when traffic is slow or stopped on the bridge, and want to know why everyone is stopped when before it wouldn't have even crossed my mind- I'd admire the view.
There are songs that when I hear, I never have heard the same since 9/11/01: National Anthem, God Bless America, and Amazing Grace. The last one has always been a tough one for me; it was one of my great-grandma's favorite hymns, and though we weren't close, to hear a cousin sing it at her gravesite 13 years ago was heartwrenching. When I hear the bagpipes play it now, it has a whole new meaning, mixed with some of the old. I can't hear any of these really without crying.
Gals, I don't know about you, but I couldn't get to sleep last night. I couldn't get comfortable and was really antsy all night (long before bed). I rarely get like this so it was disturbing to me why I was like this; it reminded me of animals before major earthquakes. Only it's not an earthquake that I fear, or feel antsy about. I hope we never see again the actions that took place this day two years ago. I lit some canclles this morning that I intend to burn till they go out, at which time I will light some more, in memory of those who died today.
How is this day affecting you? Is there anything you do differently, think differently of, and what are they?
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